tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40592480512996785862024-02-07T22:05:12.350-08:00SPONTANEITYA Butterfly's notes--- Topsy Turvy Life, Fun, Love, Relationships, Beauty, Women,Men, Food, Reality and money matters like forex trading and anything about EverythingzZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.comBlogger20125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-24028929409670791592010-12-31T02:30:00.000-08:002011-02-08T21:05:43.818-08:00DKNY Be delicious (apple green) perfume review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VlEZ6J9D4CnSM4XmcokfRxtvIbDb7a3cKnoyGseG6nFcyqTYdSba584R1_xICwfOfslNIphO9yDXWSRIQCYlvU7wbB8VHiOZ0g4T8bwnRlkAiAduhwznj_IF3_mc6CSu-WEPm9-fZWN5/s1600/dkny.JPG"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VlEZ6J9D4CnSM4XmcokfRxtvIbDb7a3cKnoyGseG6nFcyqTYdSba584R1_xICwfOfslNIphO9yDXWSRIQCYlvU7wbB8VHiOZ0g4T8bwnRlkAiAduhwznj_IF3_mc6CSu-WEPm9-fZWN5/s320/dkny.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556794466407690098" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">It's definitely Delicious!</span><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span lang="EN-US">I love perfumes because I feel good when I smell nice. This year my new scent is <span style="font-weight: bold;">DKNY BE DELICIOUS (green apple) </span>it was my mother’s Christmas present. Costs P2800.<span style=""> </span>Cheaper than I expected because someone was selling me BE DELICIOUS RED for P4500. It has a light floral scent that makes you want to smell more. It is definitely alluring.<span style=""> </span>In fact the first time I used it, people would tell that I really smell good and that it is better than my previous perfume (coco Chanel). My mother also bought the red one for herself but she didn’t like it as much as the apple green. It is very strong according to her and she decided to give it to her friend as Christmas present. I recommend this perfume to every young woman like myself. =)<br /></span><p class="MsoNormal">You can shop for perfumes, online <a href="http://www.gemyou.com/">Here.</a><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-78840140908481068312010-12-30T02:26:00.000-08:002011-01-08T18:24:43.266-08:00What If you are president for a day of the Philippines<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCxU1hJAOXrXqOKa0aIEVxG-Dwfrjm_w_eioP5zdTKiJKCIWuAfOjkeoxtASPHL6_mRimWFcDowkJlEbuV9rFvUzkMMHic9OLB_ounxp3D8Ai2FptIPuIpW9j_2Ii6YZ1584i8_1S4ceb/s1600/PHIL0001.gif"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRCxU1hJAOXrXqOKa0aIEVxG-Dwfrjm_w_eioP5zdTKiJKCIWuAfOjkeoxtASPHL6_mRimWFcDowkJlEbuV9rFvUzkMMHic9OLB_ounxp3D8Ai2FptIPuIpW9j_2Ii6YZ1584i8_1S4ceb/s320/PHIL0001.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556420792460391074" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if !mso]><object classid="clsid:38481807-CA0E-42D2-BF39-B33AF135CC4D" id="ieooui"></object> <style> st1\:*{behavior:url(#ieooui) } </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH">When I was young, I love watching Little Lulu. Lulu is a cartoon character who wears a red dress and has curly hair. She’s funny but she’s just ordinary. Unfortunately, they don’t have little lulu in cartoon network anymore. One of my unforgettable episodes was when she was chosen to be the President of America for a day. But I don’t remember her doing anything remarkable. She shook hands with different people for the whole day. That’s all! If I were Lulu and I was given the chance to be the President of the Philippines for a day, I will do something that would initiate change and I would do any act that could affect us all forever. I will do anything to save us all from poverty, corruption etc. BUT WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SOMETHING? The problem is, I only have a day and it’s hard to fix our country’s MAJOR MAJOR PROBLEMS for just a single day. It’s impossible. But wait, no one said I’m supposed to do all that. Being president means I will also have the powers and privileges granted to him by the constitution. So why the hell am I going to give myself a headache. I will not waste this day getting upset with all my people’s problem. <span style=""> </span>And so I decided that I will just have fun use our taxes pull a house party at Malacañang and invite all my friends to go shopping. Just Kidding!<span style=""> </span>I will never be corrupt just like our leaders today. I don’t want to be in the front page of the news papers associated with a a very bad news. It’s like telling the whole world that no one in this country can afford to be honest. For me, being granted this opportunity is a chance to make a better change for our country and People. </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH">I will not sleep the entire day. I will be a very passionate leader. I will show the Filipino people my eagerness and my drive to maximize every millisecond given to me, so that I could <span style=""> </span>make small changes that could affect our lives not only for a day but for the rest of our existence. I will communicate my actions to the Filipino people, I will explain to them why I’m doing this and that and I will encourage the cooperation of the whole country thru National Television, radios etc. First, I will sign the RH Bill and won’t give a damn about what others specially the Church will say about me. That’s the reason why this bill hasn’t become a law because past President cares so much about what the Church will say. It is not anti-life. Second, I will issue an EO ordering a nation wide clean up. Streets will be cleaned not a single dirt will be seen. Trash cans will be placed on every corner of the Street. Third, I will order a strict implementation of the Traffic Rules. I myself will make calls to some leaders all over the country and expect their report and documentation at the end of the day. Fourth, I will pay our Country’s Debt. Not only the interest, but also a big percentage of our debt. I will listen to the economist. This is the best time to pay our debts because a dollar rate is very low. My Remaining time will be spent on making a program, a recommendation to the president on how we could upgrade this country to a 1<sup>st</sup> world country. My program’s focus is on education, second is on livelihood programs then the promotion of Philippines tourist spots. I only got a day, but I guess I’ll make the difference by doing these things for my country. Small changes can lead to bigger ones. Our country needs the cooperation of every single Filipino. Do not blame the leaders alone.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH">Eh ikaw? Kung mabibigyan ka ng pagkakataon ng maging presidente<span style=""> </span>ng pilipinas sa isang araw anong gagawin mo? <span style=""> </span>I’d love to hear your ideas. Please leave your comments below. Happy New Year everyone! Let's initiate change for our country.Following simple traffic rules will make our country better =)</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH">Did you like this article? Please follow my blog. </span><span style="" lang="EN-PH">If you're on facebook, you may follow thru Networked Blogs </span><span style="" lang="EN-PH">-------------> take a look at the second column of this page =) Good Day!<br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"><br /></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"> </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="" lang="EN-PH"> </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-92095570817972412252010-10-29T01:48:00.000-07:002010-12-29T22:27:43.134-08:00Cheater’s Delight<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja17CIDMgCIfCVm3EPvhEv32LDcGb9SdXDSrHEsVYeP9O_rcWSBlKKCRnpqN3q1EWBTO8UYsmUQsoLl2okyHYoSeXVz2h3yCQJQ5LwFhD-kEn7_spkUU3_MzjnleXAZLcWcK4-nURWzWUu/s1600/cheating-spouse.png"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja17CIDMgCIfCVm3EPvhEv32LDcGb9SdXDSrHEsVYeP9O_rcWSBlKKCRnpqN3q1EWBTO8UYsmUQsoLl2okyHYoSeXVz2h3yCQJQ5LwFhD-kEn7_spkUU3_MzjnleXAZLcWcK4-nURWzWUu/s320/cheating-spouse.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556358158463683474" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">Have you ever cheated someone? I mean your boyfriend or girlfriend, husband or wife. Everyone seem to have or otherwise been tempted to. Sometimes people even deny that they are cheating. Because for some weird reason their definition of cheating is not how the rest of the world defines it. For me cheating is lying to your partner telling her that he/she is your world and blah blah but isn’t because at the back of your mind there is another person whom you think is the universe. Cheating is even flirting that eventually evolves to more than that. Like going out secretly or dating others while currently being in a relationship. Cheating is cheating no matter how you describe it, it is still CHEATING.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><span style=""> </span>But why do people cheat? Sometimes I get even surprise to learn that a person whom I never thought in my entire life that he would ever dare to cheat his partner is actually going crazy over another person. I think cheating happens on a case to case basis. For instance my brother who has cheated his girlfriend for a gazillion times tells me and my mother that he really loves her and for him he isn’t cheating. He is just trying to be friends with them. You see, I don’t get that! Because the next thing you know he is kissing or f*cking these suppose to be friends. Some people cheat because they fell in love with another person and couldn’t get rid of their present partners. While some, just love the fact that they are cheating their partners they can’t stick to one person and that’s their problem.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I was a victim of this crime too for many times with different partners but I’ve been guilty of cheating when I was young. I love my partner so much then, but I like his friend who in return likes me too. Then I got screwed. We broke up and that thought me a lesson because that’s the first time I experienced pain because of love. Oh well, I’ve moved on, I learned my lesson. And that was the last time I cheated.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US">I think cheating boils down to one proximate cause---IT GIVES THE PERSON 1000% EGO BOOST. Like Sandra Bullock and her ex-husband. She seemed perfect for me, but the other girl made him feel HOT! HOT! HOT! That’s why he cheated. Love always needs to be ignited with sparks. Keep the fires burning or your partner might look for that fire in another person’s arms. Fall in love many times with that person, take care of him/her so they’ll desist from the temptation of cheating. And for those who just love to do it, leave them. You don’t deserve them. Someone else in this world is looking for a person who wouldn’t dare to commit that crime that might be YOU. </span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-26689167517039122392010-05-27T19:12:00.000-07:002010-05-28T01:26:21.255-07:00Halla Korean Restaurant<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBnlKtFvfn1hskLkq76LxPDCJVBAKXs_FJlEb_u82skxgWUYnAS8S80DEKbr09-RK0L7oNe_cBt9jKel2zRMB0PeLbAtuSdmN0NfUx-GOgLPnRn33XDsa4nlIuHg-85okLDUmGxS7N14/s1600/IMG_4298.JPG"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUBnlKtFvfn1hskLkq76LxPDCJVBAKXs_FJlEb_u82skxgWUYnAS8S80DEKbr09-RK0L7oNe_cBt9jKel2zRMB0PeLbAtuSdmN0NfUx-GOgLPnRn33XDsa4nlIuHg-85okLDUmGxS7N14/s320/IMG_4298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466208850135251346" /></a> Halla restaurant is located within the korean Town in Friendship, Balibago Angeles City. Halla offers Korean Cusine you'll surely love.<br /><br />Korean food is not Korean when rice, noodles, tofu, vegetables and meat are missing. And Of course, the table will always be full of healthy appetizers.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3-XaZH0HVzaCmFLvrgkJprGZeSovzphSLed6nPa8FxoUlZ_fZT-GyrzmN1s8xN4m9rakTFmH1T-3rX03vZmc4v4gUSZHVY-fkqhTgcJvW4CbR22JxdZfhyphenhyphenasB9veavahEpPJFaKAJzY/s1600/IMG_4305.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj3-XaZH0HVzaCmFLvrgkJprGZeSovzphSLed6nPa8FxoUlZ_fZT-GyrzmN1s8xN4m9rakTFmH1T-3rX03vZmc4v4gUSZHVY-fkqhTgcJvW4CbR22JxdZfhyphenhyphenasB9veavahEpPJFaKAJzY/s320/IMG_4305.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216224338246130" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspfjNttu4cHUo_Cjno7Z8moqOMN8hCmvEOmQGdbVU4Rexf59aY8bRXx9KEHxZTafrb0mc1QAMUiQPCBnEgyR9Abq8ToHXWbnW_RJ8Au8XMb8LaKbq5efUoc7JcLt3hJsfj2R35QzgQ1E/s1600/IMG_4306.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhspfjNttu4cHUo_Cjno7Z8moqOMN8hCmvEOmQGdbVU4Rexf59aY8bRXx9KEHxZTafrb0mc1QAMUiQPCBnEgyR9Abq8ToHXWbnW_RJ8Au8XMb8LaKbq5efUoc7JcLt3hJsfj2R35QzgQ1E/s320/IMG_4306.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216429881205442" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVMTP_9UAVONYbKECuQzzX6PUHCr7MveTrAzwvkRBahuE6nrE_lzgpOZomDLqG_3IVgnjJYqObW_PuZwU2xE1qAU8LmGsX-Qi6n3Gyf1deRgyt2I_HbMUCG7vSCZ5cRBvKSPJW3Yq1Zc/s1600/IMG_4310.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWVMTP_9UAVONYbKECuQzzX6PUHCr7MveTrAzwvkRBahuE6nrE_lzgpOZomDLqG_3IVgnjJYqObW_PuZwU2xE1qAU8LmGsX-Qi6n3Gyf1deRgyt2I_HbMUCG7vSCZ5cRBvKSPJW3Yq1Zc/s320/IMG_4310.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466218257858910098" /></a><br /><br />Kimchi is a famous korean appetizer that I don't eat :p<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhygkyj2J3JBIV6x2sszRP1u4-hNIkjTij-5lFvCU3TFELpLvoEK6JbpWSB3KETbYreukk4EYJ_PhSU-pOY3S0xfJH3sHpEJXTdAzvQaDF6aHk8_LbE0JMFdqGoyLEMjxD7uFy1e5qYig/s1600/IMG_4307.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhygkyj2J3JBIV6x2sszRP1u4-hNIkjTij-5lFvCU3TFELpLvoEK6JbpWSB3KETbYreukk4EYJ_PhSU-pOY3S0xfJH3sHpEJXTdAzvQaDF6aHk8_LbE0JMFdqGoyLEMjxD7uFy1e5qYig/s320/IMG_4307.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466216623156498946" /></a><br /><br /><br />My favorite is the "Bibimbap" or mixed rice. It is a bowl of rice topped with vegetables, spicy sauce, meat and fried or raw eggs. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Price: P300</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1O0sdMbMa8AYYSTPOE8WxUHm_3x13-cktwPMtJ-Qp7zjKLr9R2kjzWpXwPHr11-4R4RZc-Q0zn7XA66pTu3mFb89G_KYJjwF2oC7UNoAWI77em1_vRJ5YCorhaKIDcgque6Y_vdhCTY/s1600/IMG_4308.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl1O0sdMbMa8AYYSTPOE8WxUHm_3x13-cktwPMtJ-Qp7zjKLr9R2kjzWpXwPHr11-4R4RZc-Q0zn7XA66pTu3mFb89G_KYJjwF2oC7UNoAWI77em1_vRJ5YCorhaKIDcgque6Y_vdhCTY/s320/IMG_4308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466214410438708498" /></a><br /><br />Samyupsal is a meat that looks like bacon which is eaten with these vegies, unfortunately I forgot to take pictures because the waitress took it and fried them. <br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Price: P600</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZWGpAKuao8-tWdwJyWryQ1DkQUBiwLkaPNdLlNc4nbUUYPNQHuqbTz5A_5M8HoPRjjxdl49ZmeZGar9u2_Qwu2SO8x_M6e-fBh4GcJFES-LULd42aIEHTGMbhklRN7xcOlaSJKta1xo/s1600/IMG_4309.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWZWGpAKuao8-tWdwJyWryQ1DkQUBiwLkaPNdLlNc4nbUUYPNQHuqbTz5A_5M8HoPRjjxdl49ZmeZGar9u2_Qwu2SO8x_M6e-fBh4GcJFES-LULd42aIEHTGMbhklRN7xcOlaSJKta1xo/s320/IMG_4309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466217747632334770" /></a><br /><br />this is Doenjang (Tofu SoupSoup) <span style="font-weight:bold;">Price: 200</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zDrDE14o3EPk5tEuuWtv9W2zaZ7HbSs84Bz7zQ7UEmAUape4ooShyR57-4TFIXHbBcrNE8cI0pYRO1_8EQNtXeV07gOb-48ULy0ZlheInZWcNNiwMbW7TG4TuEUdQ434DUKmfjRUc7Y/s1600/IMG_4311.JPG"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4zDrDE14o3EPk5tEuuWtv9W2zaZ7HbSs84Bz7zQ7UEmAUape4ooShyR57-4TFIXHbBcrNE8cI0pYRO1_8EQNtXeV07gOb-48ULy0ZlheInZWcNNiwMbW7TG4TuEUdQ434DUKmfjRUc7Y/s320/IMG_4311.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466218082226138386" /></a><br /><br />When we ate at Halla, it was our first time to visit the restaurant. Our bil costs: P1630. We usually eat Korean food at Maharajah. And we think that Maharajah offers better korean food.<br />_____________<br />Date first posted: May 1, 2010 (zzy's Diner)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-56810026356483547452010-05-27T19:04:00.000-07:002010-12-29T21:49:12.340-08:00Fortune Hong Kong Seafood Restaurant<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyBK33ppEx40-Jon43wpzrqfYpqtseDK9kfx1ATzw8HRW0ce_uw4c34EtzgsVhvUh008rgequsUSSK3dQtDSIIkkZj6trMUljdNL3s65n8tLHHnAjUi-mZCgMZfi3wl8AYFlLAAcnGpg/s1600/IMG_4649.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsyBK33ppEx40-Jon43wpzrqfYpqtseDK9kfx1ATzw8HRW0ce_uw4c34EtzgsVhvUh008rgequsUSSK3dQtDSIIkkZj6trMUljdNL3s65n8tLHHnAjUi-mZCgMZfi3wl8AYFlLAAcnGpg/s320/IMG_4649.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470344761720501634" border="0" /></a><br /><br />My Father's NOT so favorite Restaurant is Fortune. In fact we eat here 2-3 times a month. When we have visitors we bring them here and when there's an occasion we celebrate it here or He buys food here and bring it to family gatherings.XD Since we're a regular customer we get discounts =)<br /><br />Fortune is located along MacArthurHi-way (Diamond Subdivision) Abgeles City. It is basically a Chinese Restaurant what I don't understand is that they placed Hong Kong in their logo where in fact not a single food tastes like its from Hong Kong. Because It tastes good unlike in Hong Kong. Fortune is definitely one of the best restaurants in Angeles City. It was establish long time ago, many restaurants already tried to compete with it but only this restaurant manage to last long. If you want to visit this restaurant, your budget should range from 3,000-P5,000 (5 persons)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9WHBQqF9g1klUMifrRRI44TuPoLuTO_J-eLhQkxVtjPNI0NBSN_xqyt8YjAHipvUaUzkocBT8sVe5NPcjSDe0yfYP2qhGYIGLnBJDDuSCvFfJolybZhZk9woJnv9ol1yriZRROvbA7I/s1600/IMG_4652.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9WHBQqF9g1klUMifrRRI44TuPoLuTO_J-eLhQkxVtjPNI0NBSN_xqyt8YjAHipvUaUzkocBT8sVe5NPcjSDe0yfYP2qhGYIGLnBJDDuSCvFfJolybZhZk9woJnv9ol1yriZRROvbA7I/s320/IMG_4652.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470347875083308338" border="0" /></a><br />Swahe: <span style="font-weight: bold;">P350</span><br />This is our usual appetizer. I forgot to take photo of the whole plate of Swahe, It was gone before I know. So I took a photo of my plate instead. Swahe is a fresh steamed shrimp which tastes sweet and really good<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Cw3adSdgbAuVgV38PKn1fxJF6Dq4YuOiRV7dgqHBLKPkHW_KlFeK88S0QRkjokSIJ8c2TsqjlzwhsQvOwCMeKjOVOXsYi3dCRk0Ma6Ypt2dxfJjbYABv5FHeFWvErkKpzBdT2l-6qMI/s1600/IMG_4655.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Cw3adSdgbAuVgV38PKn1fxJF6Dq4YuOiRV7dgqHBLKPkHW_KlFeK88S0QRkjokSIJ8c2TsqjlzwhsQvOwCMeKjOVOXsYi3dCRk0Ma6Ypt2dxfJjbYABv5FHeFWvErkKpzBdT2l-6qMI/s320/IMG_4655.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470349491145976546" border="0" /></a><br />Yang Chao P350-500 available in small, medium and large<br />What is asian cusine without the rice. For me,Fortune's Yang Chao is the best!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6p6WVK3J78eVt2M8D4hr8u0GIu8G-U1FsJKWy4E97h8ifQ72gxp5ZFUVZcEADBrUslOMBdM9-eCFYsryqdJwUrXMAhhhCtUaSb5_zb5BbQESIvBEg4EEU4LvR2Npjr7dsYJKNa9XNlXI/s1600/IMG_4662.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6p6WVK3J78eVt2M8D4hr8u0GIu8G-U1FsJKWy4E97h8ifQ72gxp5ZFUVZcEADBrUslOMBdM9-eCFYsryqdJwUrXMAhhhCtUaSb5_zb5BbQESIvBEg4EEU4LvR2Npjr7dsYJKNa9XNlXI/s320/IMG_4662.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470350618464681666" border="0" /></a><br />Steamed Lapu-Lapu: <span style="font-weight: bold;">P500-700</span> (depends how much the fish weighs)<br />This Dish was never forgotten. It's my father's not so favorite dish.hehe Well it really tastes good. It's their best dish.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ClYNDDu9HJbBXcAZ2jxmTt-F_1T5jdas1YjC1d09I6_Wfcn9Hh0LgrCgVGC3Ek-1fr8KCbbGodGewxbZ6hPgzF1D1HtrIWDRrXbCqRPMucm8N4DcGQ6-flyj7mIOq3HNcWkY-dJ_jRs/s1600/IMG_4656.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-ClYNDDu9HJbBXcAZ2jxmTt-F_1T5jdas1YjC1d09I6_Wfcn9Hh0LgrCgVGC3Ek-1fr8KCbbGodGewxbZ6hPgzF1D1HtrIWDRrXbCqRPMucm8N4DcGQ6-flyj7mIOq3HNcWkY-dJ_jRs/s320/IMG_4656.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470354411311897666" border="0" /></a><br />Spicy Crab: <span style="font-weight: bold;">500- 700</span> (Depends on how much it weighs)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbO0zqipxnif7D7Qr3qH-jrVMYAZGfGS83Hv-gw5_rdfQU4k9Iu5O-gZl2NrNOT3cBCjagnOskEU0V9EDMs6fM1Hw53NqYWFPqy2G-T4lFgf4vOjxugVzbG3rRyBDirtega44Rm9O3h5U/s1600/IMG_4657.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbO0zqipxnif7D7Qr3qH-jrVMYAZGfGS83Hv-gw5_rdfQU4k9Iu5O-gZl2NrNOT3cBCjagnOskEU0V9EDMs6fM1Hw53NqYWFPqy2G-T4lFgf4vOjxugVzbG3rRyBDirtega44Rm9O3h5U/s320/IMG_4657.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470351874222011442" border="0" /></a><br />Broccoli: <span style="font-weight: bold;">P550</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXRTkDnH6bvnCiVVkUO_y_ba_5Og0VHibTAgFpvldxccJW_s9mx9PqFmwJpDkGph4GGJLRVT6AP-1uthtqqFP6lJSjn5DjvqU56A8snqMtgwh40FjqWaBNdo6BBH88VsL68n1WuSxOVA/s1600/IMG_4658.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRXRTkDnH6bvnCiVVkUO_y_ba_5Og0VHibTAgFpvldxccJW_s9mx9PqFmwJpDkGph4GGJLRVT6AP-1uthtqqFP6lJSjn5DjvqU56A8snqMtgwh40FjqWaBNdo6BBH88VsL68n1WuSxOVA/s320/IMG_4658.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470352172978761010" border="0" /></a><br />Pata Tim: <span style="font-weight: bold;">P700</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3ODcifdq49zN-0NHUmd1Xx0A3W5Sk8n9tNefJtI5-zQCjix0XGBxd0JFwnijbOpIJwR0eTk4SkEWN2mBS7XVTmH_UZFZ-ekBbIaNMxwcH0VwjBY7fFlBUN68wsXprK5lmzFs-wVOt2Y/s1600/IMG_4663.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgT3ODcifdq49zN-0NHUmd1Xx0A3W5Sk8n9tNefJtI5-zQCjix0XGBxd0JFwnijbOpIJwR0eTk4SkEWN2mBS7XVTmH_UZFZ-ekBbIaNMxwcH0VwjBY7fFlBUN68wsXprK5lmzFs-wVOt2Y/s320/IMG_4663.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5470354730595839106" border="0" /></a><br />My favorite beverage Four Seasons: <span style="font-weight: bold;">P150<br /><br />See ya on my next post =)</span><br /><br />____________________<br />Date first posted: May 12, 2010 (Zzy's Diner)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-51261450350781437342010-05-27T18:45:00.000-07:002011-01-08T18:32:02.338-08:00Niji Japanese RestaurantJapanese food is our family's favorite! Although it is expensive, it has become our comfort food. Japanese food is healthy unlike Chinese. Japanese are even known for having long lives because a lot of them could reach the age of 100. Their secret???-- The food they eat. Japanese cuisine offers a very large variety of dishes. And I love all of them =)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBo10eN3Z14CFE4rohSzoIekW6J-JyWVEbXTtig6nI74lkaHV0SeW8JDXu3GQG8PXX3zW2A075SpyGs9YcCENsLgPMvMwtDDyuOP6Oeod19t1zla2VzosDCEYljr5f3F4rQVsrYAq-Gw/s1600/niji.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMBo10eN3Z14CFE4rohSzoIekW6J-JyWVEbXTtig6nI74lkaHV0SeW8JDXu3GQG8PXX3zW2A075SpyGs9YcCENsLgPMvMwtDDyuOP6Oeod19t1zla2VzosDCEYljr5f3F4rQVsrYAq-Gw/s320/niji.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473648496377072418" border="0" /></a><br />Niji is our favorite favorite Japanese Restaurant. Aside from our 10% discount we have for being a regular customer It hasthe best Japanese food in town. It is located in Friendship, Angeles City.This restaurant has 4 sections. The Dining area, Sushi Bar, Yakiniku, Tepanyaki corner. The section that will be featured in this post is the Yakiniku Corner.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E2BCPz705WIdhxkZv_6CBgOZiMy2taQ9mhV3p8mgFlbAgh31Pyb0IkIuV82wwSJlgN_uRu6ZUMzQkp51-uoRV-3R4sfN7O705hnXM6mw2O_l6FbWfJ9Sf7RDPwH9fBUwN36oLaY88s8/s1600/IMG_5919.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0E2BCPz705WIdhxkZv_6CBgOZiMy2taQ9mhV3p8mgFlbAgh31Pyb0IkIuV82wwSJlgN_uRu6ZUMzQkp51-uoRV-3R4sfN7O705hnXM6mw2O_l6FbWfJ9Sf7RDPwH9fBUwN36oLaY88s8/s320/IMG_5919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473650330012937074" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmavEENrod5e82OYDR-6mUGebI9PD4-nlg8af488X4jeg0nygmFsHwh7olmZPo3Ls1rGmKcx_iIAGp288oLTNzFd4FxRAnr2v5enBXzlsWyv9CE-_2y9Ws5hCK5OmcHi3uxmrRTGqBXU/s1600/IMG_5928.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNmavEENrod5e82OYDR-6mUGebI9PD4-nlg8af488X4jeg0nygmFsHwh7olmZPo3Ls1rGmKcx_iIAGp288oLTNzFd4FxRAnr2v5enBXzlsWyv9CE-_2y9Ws5hCK5OmcHi3uxmrRTGqBXU/s320/IMG_5928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473650594953813682" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Tepanyaki is a style of japanese cusine that uses an iron griddle to cook food. In Japan, teppanyaki refers to dishes cooked using an iron plate including steak, shrimp, yakisoba, monjayaki, okonomiyaki.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2fkoLfUmBl2aMTw8kidOmUQQDr1BPSJCuxUF_OSP0E4DzMhbmkV1IYsge7YSTnbpLFC27rDjo_hACT6sPrsPb_OPbmlig87KogWIDRSK7OHMNM6W22ftNB2Zgc-bPAycv_S3y0KbAtE/s1600/yakiniku+griller.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj2fkoLfUmBl2aMTw8kidOmUQQDr1BPSJCuxUF_OSP0E4DzMhbmkV1IYsge7YSTnbpLFC27rDjo_hACT6sPrsPb_OPbmlig87KogWIDRSK7OHMNM6W22ftNB2Zgc-bPAycv_S3y0KbAtE/s320/yakiniku+griller.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473652510115917042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifTnixsF_9w_SHwAMCVTCFOLIVUBP7CdlM0wSiGJ2qkEMKQrwPEnY90lmbgEvF8nYiSeKpntdT3XH6z4zl8FMwXBISFJwMcRId8X42Ku9Q4-ZyuaaSk0sFdS0u_wjYeFmVCOv1SDNS_o/s1600/yakiniku+squid.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhifTnixsF_9w_SHwAMCVTCFOLIVUBP7CdlM0wSiGJ2qkEMKQrwPEnY90lmbgEvF8nYiSeKpntdT3XH6z4zl8FMwXBISFJwMcRId8X42Ku9Q4-ZyuaaSk0sFdS0u_wjYeFmVCOv1SDNS_o/s320/yakiniku+squid.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473652822901055426" border="0" /></a><br />Yakiniku Squid:<span style="font-weight: bold;"> P165</span><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFAeHY6iA-qf0OlZH5M4V0ZBbyU4m8qbCQYSeI0ayx4e28AvlIpuTYkAcXBiil72LHRYFpB9skDH5fTNf0yHvmZ-1SgMg9gQf5PwK481mieM-M-zlUcIIHVL9-6lePHdXbmuyorruos0/s1600/yakiniku+liver.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhHFAeHY6iA-qf0OlZH5M4V0ZBbyU4m8qbCQYSeI0ayx4e28AvlIpuTYkAcXBiil72LHRYFpB9skDH5fTNf0yHvmZ-1SgMg9gQf5PwK481mieM-M-zlUcIIHVL9-6lePHdXbmuyorruos0/s320/yakiniku+liver.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473653238992883506" border="0" /></a><br />Yakiniku liver: P <span style="font-weight: bold;">135</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFevnpfsgekB44yCE4RHG32FxzK3kKZr3MWsB9GyY1PHEY-sLpWsqABnFNBZ42lMFIsFGxTrf6P-XFoiXX4KhYuQjc0XbV0wr9gUBnctUcTZcJPFLto34-Li746kixUSl5XSOilHUFt8/s1600/tempura3.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDFevnpfsgekB44yCE4RHG32FxzK3kKZr3MWsB9GyY1PHEY-sLpWsqABnFNBZ42lMFIsFGxTrf6P-XFoiXX4KhYuQjc0XbV0wr9gUBnctUcTZcJPFLto34-Li746kixUSl5XSOilHUFt8/s320/tempura3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473679133210094402" border="0" /></a><br />Ebi Tempura: 310 Tempura is a popular Japanese dish of seafood or vegetables that have been battered and deep fried. It's one of my favorite Japanese food.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWKEo8CWjTB490306O_o1gxtR8KL4EZZp9eU8GfB9ekMFEn7fEQtWIMtw74Dg78ADZ_LKJpHqA5W2wK417n5NTihhEjEBm0lEQ8KmhiDZlAJhaWwt-y5_mgsBY7eurFhrqCExNM0TyHc/s1600/Sashimi+take+moriawase.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrWKEo8CWjTB490306O_o1gxtR8KL4EZZp9eU8GfB9ekMFEn7fEQtWIMtw74Dg78ADZ_LKJpHqA5W2wK417n5NTihhEjEBm0lEQ8KmhiDZlAJhaWwt-y5_mgsBY7eurFhrqCExNM0TyHc/s320/Sashimi+take+moriawase.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473654568751973762" border="0" /></a><br />Sashimi Take moriawase-P850<br />Sashimi is a Japanese delicacy primarily consisting of very fresh raw seafood, sliced into thin pieces and served with only a dipping sauce (soy sauce with wasabi paste or other condiments such as grated fresh ginger, or ponzu), depending on the fish, and simple garnishes such as shiso and shredded daikon radish. Again it's one of my favorites.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxpLFq3Lnt7zVBJ9zwQizdXKwrWNdLIUHhybdUihq63wG1hzR5Um52NyRUbmQ6v3GoV0PAY2gqHwRv1pGZHIcVl8GyRc9SIcrYjjdlHzqdAbkHcMl1BNmI6hWFHDmxdywUD2hAhHfjkU/s1600/miso.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIxpLFq3Lnt7zVBJ9zwQizdXKwrWNdLIUHhybdUihq63wG1hzR5Um52NyRUbmQ6v3GoV0PAY2gqHwRv1pGZHIcVl8GyRc9SIcrYjjdlHzqdAbkHcMl1BNmI6hWFHDmxdywUD2hAhHfjkU/s320/miso.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473655356635354642" border="0" /></a><br />Miso Soup :P50 - the best soup ever. For me it's better than Chinese soup.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoM6npdccCDTytQeVNV2Mo1EOMVjLS-wiTXfGcY3Z5vhq4oJohFVxAAx_E7HUL27iReI7elU3M302co6cnqld3RQcjJPvroc8JBCySOnNsBe6RbiV3xetL0OGqQ5IfWJfRlv3an13FSxs/s1600/california+rainbow+maki.JPG"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoM6npdccCDTytQeVNV2Mo1EOMVjLS-wiTXfGcY3Z5vhq4oJohFVxAAx_E7HUL27iReI7elU3M302co6cnqld3RQcjJPvroc8JBCySOnNsBe6RbiV3xetL0OGqQ5IfWJfRlv3an13FSxs/s320/california+rainbow+maki.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473655706967760930" border="0" /></a><br />California Rainbow Maki- <span style="font-weight: bold;">P190</span><br />Sashimi is cooked vinegared rice that is commonly topped with other ingredients, such as fish or other seafood. I can live without tempura, Sashimi but not without Sushi. It's my favorite. The best food ever created on earth.<br /><br />Is your mouth watering now? Me too. Making this blog made me wanna come back there again. There were four of us and our bill totaled P2005 (10% discount not included) If you do pass by that restaurant Pls share your stories with me. Next time I will feature Tepanyaki Corner. I don't have enough photos in that corner because the last time we went there my camera ran out of batteries.<br />___________________________<br />Date first Posted: May 21, 2010 (zzy's Diner)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-86209788276638410722010-05-27T08:49:00.000-07:002010-05-30T19:35:42.438-07:00My Fate and FaithHave you ever doubted that there is God? I have. I hope that after reading this statement I can still get out of the house without being showered by rotten tomatoes. Remember the Beatles saying something like "We are bigger than Jesus"? Why would they say something like that? Because they're stupid? I don't think so. I just think that they were in the moment of their life when they realize that He doesn't exist because they can't feel his presence because of their fame. I've been through that and this might sound preposterous. I guess that most of us will eventually stumble upon the truth of life. So let me tell you about my story.<br /><br />Just Before September 6, 2003 I can say that I am 90% happy about my life. I'm rich with friends, I do good in school, I'm becoming a little popular in my school because of my talent in dancing. My love for dancing is like a love for my life. It makes me feel alive. And of course I love music as much as I love dancing. I believe that one is essential with the other. And so I learned how to play the piano and drums. And I'm even planning to have lessons in guitar and violin. Aside from these, my family doesn't have much problem in money. I can get around 80% of what I want. I was only 15 then and I've got loads of suitors. But I'm young and quite an experience digger. And much as possible I want to experience a lot of things. I even wanted to be a part of a musical theater play. I'm not an excellent singer but I can sing well enough. And I'm good in acting to. As you can see I love performing arts and I'm quite busy with my life. And all these things make me happy.<br /><br />In a snap of God's fingers. It was all gone. In the morning of September 7, 2003 I was rushed in a hospital because of brain stroke. I almost died of hemorrhage in my brain. And when I woke up. I was already paralyzed. I couldn't move my left part of the body. I'm so weak. I couldn't walk, my head is pounding, I couldn't dance anymore, I can never play piano and drums again, I'm stuck in the ICU. My parents had the biggest problem in money because of me. They have to sell our van just to pay our debts in the hospital. I was in the hospital for almost a month. Imagine how much money we needed. They wanted me to stop from going to school for a until such time that I can walk again. But I didn't want to stop from going to school. Making me stop from going to school is like taking away a part of my life.<br /><br />I cried so hard. That night I prayed to God "Lord please give me the strength to walk again, make me move my left leg again. Please. I'll come back to school when I'm able to use the cane." The next morning, my therapist was surprised that I was able to move my left leg. It was a miracle. Then I learned to walk again. I went back to school but I failed my 2 subjects. This is the first time I had a failing grade. In order to pass my junior year, I had to struggle for my grades. I missed a lot of days in school. And while working extra hard for my grades I had to attend my therapy sessions. Imagine me so weak, my left hand is stiff, couldn't even use it and my left feet is struggling to maintain balance.<br /><br /><br />I asked Him what is taking him so long to make me come back to my normal state.I cried again. I cried for days, weeks and months. I was so stressed. My Stress has turned into distress and depression. Then another problem came when my I started losing my hair. I had an alopecia. I think that I'm slowly decaying. and so I started asking, where is God? is he busy watching over Iraq or he doesn't really exist. If he really existed he wouldn't let these things happen to me. The God that I knew will not let His child suffer. I'm only 15, why do I have this kind of problems? I cried everyday, I even thought of ending my life.<br /><br /><br />I was so mad at him. I was even cursing God. I lost my faith. I'm mad about everything. I was convince that there is no God.But as I struggle for my survival, Little by little I was learning to live with my new life. I passed my Junior year, In my senior year I fell in love. I was happy again. Then I suddenly realized that why do I whine so much? I'm still very lucky despite of what happened to me. How many people survive brain stroke? My life was extended for 5 years. And in this 5 years I guess I have done a lot. I've read so many books, I've watch so many movies, I met so many people, I laughed, cried, shouted for joy for a thousand times, ate so many delicious foods, fell in love, learned million things about life, prove myself to everyone that I can reach for my dreams and there's a lot out there that I haven't done. And their on my list. I have evolved into a stronger person, I'm about to graduate, my dreams are bigger and my life is getting better. I found God again. When I thought that he was busy watching over Iraq, I didn't realized that he was behind me. pushing me through my limits. People were awed about my will to do things. Now I know why I was able to survive life.<br /><br /><br />I think that God has shifted my path to the right one because I was being lead to the wrong one. If I didn't got sick maybe I was in a Nursing Course, then maybe I will regret that I was there. Maybe I'm a pregnant little teenager If I didn't got sick because of the influence of my fickle friends. I realize that true friends will stick to you, no matter how much problems you've got and fickle ones will just ignore you when you have nothing to do with them. I'm a better person now. I have discovered another talent I used to ignore before. I enjoy writing so much.My Family is happy settled in a new home. We are complete. Its my grandma's birthday today and I'm so happy that my grandparents are still alive.<br /><br />Even though I couldn't dance and perform on stage and play musical instruments anymore, I still feel very lucky. Maybe Jesus Christ talked to me when I was about to die and I begged him to ask the father to extend my life in exchange of anything that's why I'm still here. I will never forget the piercing light I saw in my dying moment. I wasn't sure if it was the sun. All I know is that I have cheated death once, and so everyday is now a gift.<br /><br />(Full surrender requires obeying God, humbling yourself before Him and acknowledging His authority in your life. So whatever happens to you, either good or bad, surrender as you say "It is the Lord. Let Him do what seems good to Him. Samuel 3:18 "<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">I am nothing without Christ.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">-Krizzy Gayle Martinez<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"> _________________________<br /><br />This is my firts post in blogger in my glimpse of faith blog.<br />Date: Wednesday. December 23, 2008<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-63432099107743226542010-05-22T08:04:00.000-07:002010-05-22T08:32:48.839-07:00Give me an iota of love<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.presentcompanyincluded.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/sad-heart.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 193px; height: 182px;" src="http://www.presentcompanyincluded.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/sad-heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Here I am sitting in the corner<br />Can't believe you told me it's over<br />I know that I still love you baby<br />And now I think I'm going crazy<br /><br />I think I'll be stuck here forever<br />Without you for me life is over<br />Don't want you to see me like this<br />But I'll stay here and wait for your kiss<br /><br />Iknow that hope will never leave me<br />I'll prove my love for you you'll see<br />Come back to me I'll make you happy<br />It's true that I still love you baby<br /><br />** This was written last December 11, 2007 I guess I was always on the mood to write poems at that time. I was reading a lot of books and when I get inspired I write.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-63597983428748349532010-05-22T07:42:00.000-07:002010-05-22T08:03:53.759-07:00Still not over you<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwixTXvHKVI/SllpU6ccACI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZuVifT3eKeM/s400/shattered_tears.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZwixTXvHKVI/SllpU6ccACI/AAAAAAAAAqo/ZuVifT3eKeM/s400/shattered_tears.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Tonight, as I lay on my bed<br />I feel like I'm already dead<br />I can't believe that I'm still in pain<br />It's been years since I was in vain<br /><br />You make me fell in love so bad<br />Until now memoirs make me sad<br />How I wish I could turn back time<br />Then I'll make you stay and be mine<br /><br />I know that is impossible<br />Coz Someone's there to catch you fall<br />'know that she deserves to have you<br />Because she took good care of you<br /><br />I'm jealous of the love she have<br />How I wish it was mine my love<br />Hoping to be yours forever,<br />I know someday you'll be through with her<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">**This poem was written last December 10 '07. Glad I found my notebook where I write my poems =)<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-11662119882512338732010-05-20T09:47:00.000-07:002010-05-23T04:31:19.596-07:00Baby Joshua<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62rlxlrfD0nAjfHd9KLwzWaYCCfq0U1geAT9GR3JWV5lmbQaObaBTwFj1FZf28XjH0_Ny0FjU4WN30o3qiMs9wwiwOK5dwIuJz9h_5lDcqMD_gpcr_-hY0nIbidUaJ8JLff5wX6dKUpPC/s1600/dead+baby.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj62rlxlrfD0nAjfHd9KLwzWaYCCfq0U1geAT9GR3JWV5lmbQaObaBTwFj1FZf28XjH0_Ny0FjU4WN30o3qiMs9wwiwOK5dwIuJz9h_5lDcqMD_gpcr_-hY0nIbidUaJ8JLff5wX6dKUpPC/s320/dead+baby.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5473397521615193186" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Today you are born<br />But your life is torn<br />Now we’re feeling forlorn<br />All we do is mourn<br /><br />It’s so sad to see you in a box<br />You’re so small, so feeble<br />My heart cracked into pieces<br />I hate to see you like this<br /><br />Please don’t fly away<br />It’s too early to slip away<br />I wanted to shrugged you<br />And make you come back<br />But I know I can’t bring you back<br /><br />Goodbye Baby Joshua<br />Now you are our angel<br />I hope you can hear me<br />We love you so dearly<br /><br />This poem is for me nephew, he didn't last a day in the worLd.. <img src="http://images.friendster.com/group-discussion/images/smiley_icons/icon_cry.gif" alt="Crying or Very Sad" border="0" /> I'm so sad..<br /><br />R.I.P.<br />Baby Joshua<br />11:15pm-9:00am(Sept.08-09)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-62988101177795511662010-05-20T09:40:00.000-07:002010-05-20T09:45:27.097-07:00Rain<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/weather-picture-photo-mist-rain-reddeath.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 768px; height: 1024px;" src="http://www.thestylehouse.ca/wp-content/uploads/2009/11/weather-picture-photo-mist-rain-reddeath.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="MsgBodyText"><b><br />Here It comes I can smell it, I felt my heart lit<br />Coldness on my feet, and I know this would be it<br />Dark clouds are setting in, it’s about to pour in<br />It’s going to win over the sunlight you’re wishin’<br /><br />Staring out of the window, watching the wind blow<br />I know this would take for hours, so just say hello<br />I can see the trees sway, I love the way they play<br />Children make it go away, I want it to stay<br /><br />The sound is like music, I love to hear the flick<br />Let us sing and dance with its music, stand up quick!<br />Rain drops falling on our head, enough of teardrops<br />Laugh till you drop, and you’ll never feel that life flops<br /><br /><br />I love the rain, ‘cause it washes away my pain<br />Don’t be in vain; you’ll love the romance of the rain<br />I think they’re god’s tears; he’s washing away my fears<br />And why hate it my dear? It won’t cause you a sear</b><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-66568920427775635322010-05-16T03:49:00.001-07:002010-05-16T22:41:43.099-07:00What went wrong Philippines?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/glenskie/gloria-arroyo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 313px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v34/glenskie/gloria-arroyo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />*Destruction<br /><br />I have received a terrible news in facebook about greedy people governing us. I'd like to share this with everyone and hope this message will reach all flipinos specially those who have the power to stop this.<br /><br />From: Ren International <rensvcs@aol.com><br />To: GEORGE NERVEZ <filguard@astound.net><br />Sent: Fri, April 16, 2010 7:12:22 AM<br />Subject:<br /><br />This is a forwarded message:<br />The Financial Analyst of World Bank would like to inform each and everyone of you that the present currency exchange rate of US Dollar to Peso is actually $1 = P52. Your government is manipulating the exchange rate for some years now. It is very much improbable and impossible that the Philippine Peso is appreciating compare to Euro, British Pound, Rials, and any other foreign currency. Even your ASEAN neighboring countries are suffering from the Global Crisis. Singapore , a developed country is affected by depreciation of their currency what more of your country?<br />We admire you for your hard work but we also pity you for having such a very corrupt government that is taking advantage of your hard earned money.<br />The ARROYO ADMINISTRATION is blatantly milking each and every OFW's all over the world of billions of pesos for its own greedy, selfish ends. Investigations reveal that this milked money from OFWs will be spent to BRIBE not only PGMA's pet CROCODILES in CONGRESS but some in the SENATE as well for her to PERPETUATE IN POWER BEYOND 2010. The rest would be deposited to the family's SECRET ACCOUNT in Switzerland .<br />Another money-making scheme is the LOTTERY DRAWS. Filipinos should be aware that all LOTTO DRAWS are orchestrated, and big money goes to the two sons of the lady president. Recent example is the SUPER LOTTO 6/49 draw, where supposedly two individuals from Luzon won. Do you know WHO these individuals are? It's Mikey and Datu, who else? One might ask how can the draw be rigged when it is being televised in front of millions of viewers. The answer is simple. As you all know, all bet combinations are being entered into PCSO's main data base as it is on-line, therefore, it is easy to determine which combinations were NOT betted upon. If they want to raise big money, no winners will be declared until the JACKPOT reaches sky-high because they could dictate the outcome at will. When it's "HARVEST TIME", viola, there would be "winner or winners" and the process repeats all over again. One might ask how this is being done. One insider told our investigators that actually the "DRAWN BALLS", six balls to be exact, are the only set which could fit into the transparent tube which sucks the balls up. All others are slightly bigger than the diameter of the tube which could not be distinguished by the viewers, therefore, there's no way they could be drawn! You Filipinos are being skinned alive, fried in your own fat and lard by your own government. Do you ever wonder why president-elect BARACK OBAMA, avoids your president like a stinking leper?<br />-World Bank-<br />KINDLY PASS THIS MESSAGE TO ALL YOUR FRIENDS UNTIL IT REACHES MILLIONS OF FILIPINOS AROUND THE GLOBE. <br /></filguard@astound.net></rensvcs@aol.com><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-13063928916032493622010-05-14T09:00:00.000-07:002010-05-15T23:25:34.548-07:00Happy First<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrUkZ9IhlJw85QQjleQZ67JmTtrcLzj8nL9MSAbrx2IGx5c0WN0KLG9dSvzM2lGV_-YwAi0-9wj4KYRhhwriwmBW4Gp296O7jOyTdmsOZH8P23NkOsKz5PSH9XHAIvss3AfdqDWmyTcol/s1600/hands.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBrUkZ9IhlJw85QQjleQZ67JmTtrcLzj8nL9MSAbrx2IGx5c0WN0KLG9dSvzM2lGV_-YwAi0-9wj4KYRhhwriwmBW4Gp296O7jOyTdmsOZH8P23NkOsKz5PSH9XHAIvss3AfdqDWmyTcol/s320/hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471750196628779426" border="0" /></a><br />This is a poem I've written and gave Patrick on our first month. Hope You guys like it.. =)<br /><br />Dear my Life, happy monthsary<br />Today, I ‘m so happy you are with me<br />I hope you are too, cause if you’re in blue<br />I will paint your day a colorful hue<br /><br />Thank you for everything you did for me<br />You know that I’ll do anything for thee<br />I know you care, and now I feel like snared<br />But it’s ok because it feels so fair<br /><br />You came and broke down the walls around me<br />Now nothing surrounds me and I am free<br />You keep me from my fears and wipe my tears<br />I want to be with you for thousand years<br /><br />Baby, I’ve never felt like this before<br />And you know it feels so right Mi Amor<br />I know I’m naked and you can see through<br />I can’t hide, you made me trust. Yes it’s true<br /><br />Hey! I want to be with you every night<br />I hope I am not squeezing you too tight<br />I promise that I’ll never let you go,<br />I’ll be all that you want just don’t let go<br /><br />I am sorry that I screw up sometimes<br />I hope and know you understand my crimes<br />I’m not perfect but I’m happy like this<br />Promise, I won’t let you fall to pieces<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-50753313185881855222010-05-14T04:47:00.000-07:002011-02-03T09:25:19.977-08:00100 Reasons Why I love him
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I love him so much and I like the world to know how much I love him :)
<br /><span style="font-size:180%;">
<br /></span></span><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:130%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-size:180%;">100 reasons why I love you</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpFirst" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">1.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >God sent you to me when I prayed for you. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">2.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >When you said that you will be the sweetest guy I met, you have proven me many times that you are, more than you can count.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">3.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >The first time we snog, you have unbelievably beat the feeling of my “first kiss” <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">4.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it so much when you become so cheesy<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">5.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re more humorous than me. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">6.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You dazzle me with your smile<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">7.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You treat me exactly how I want to be treated by a man<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">8.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You made me trust you so much.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">9.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You made me believe that there is still a man alive in this world that could be faithful. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">10.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style=""> </span>Even if you pissed me sometimes, I can’t help swallow my pride and run to you and hug you tight and ask for forgiveness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">11.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you’re jealous<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">12.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Because of you, I believed in “forever” again.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">13.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >With you I can be “me”—without pretentions.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">14.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are not hard to please.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">15.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >It’s not hard to love you, I love every single thing about you<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">16.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I’m not perfect but I know that you love me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">17.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Your advices are very helpful in every way.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">18.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Even if we just started dating, you already won my friends and family’s heart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">19.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You know whatever I want and whatever I need.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">20.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Like the all the men in this world, you are not an egoist just like the billion others.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">21.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I would never give up our blissful “1 year” for a 5-year disaster.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">22.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You actually know where my funny bone is.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">23.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You make me feel proud to be your girl.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">24.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you say that you’re proud of me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">25.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >With you I don’t need to be perfectly beautiful just to please you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">26.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I’m not a goddess of beauty but you make me feel like one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">27.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re “goodness” is innate.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">28.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Hearing your name makes me smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">29.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >The sound of your voice is music to my ears<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">30.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I was broken when you met me, but you have incredibly banished the pain that I’m feeling.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">31.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You make me feel like I’m Isabella Swan and you are my own Edward Cullen.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">32.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Someday I want to see you go down on one knee and ask me the question that every girl would die to hear and answer.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">33.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >With you, I am willing to give up everything.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">34.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >The bond forged between us, was not one that could be broken by time, distance or even anyone.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">35.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are<span style=""> </span>Loleng my Labs<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">36.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >When you’re gone, I would not be able to live through that<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">37.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >And when I’m gone, I know that you would not able to live through that too.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">38.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are my lover and best friend at the same time.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">39.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Even when we’re apart, the thought of you makes me smile.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">40.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >When you call me “puset”, it’s weird by I honestly like it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">41.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re definitely intelligent.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">42.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re family are very amiable. And I love them as much as I love you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">43.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Sometimes I think that I’m not even worth the love you’re giving me, but you never stopped loving me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">44.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You have built my world better than before<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">45.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I melt, whenever you hug me <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">46.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Your touch is special.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">47.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I know that thousand other girls are very jealous because I’ve got you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">48.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re eyes are beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">49.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are my rising sun.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">50.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You appreciate me in every way.</span></p><p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ff-NcPsYBn6hSYTQ0mRVEc34xEGV4cQLiOoEOYG6LXG0i5BYAGVDzpppHrMHz_pdbS4rzNGaMK_lTrWrP5zcv14RCRuRDgrADEXb68Gc5-RyblYm5Oz8yvTD2g01rtv0BBaCQTaADTcC/s1600/100+reasons.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Ff-NcPsYBn6hSYTQ0mRVEc34xEGV4cQLiOoEOYG6LXG0i5BYAGVDzpppHrMHz_pdbS4rzNGaMK_lTrWrP5zcv14RCRuRDgrADEXb68Gc5-RyblYm5Oz8yvTD2g01rtv0BBaCQTaADTcC/s320/100+reasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569512555528190706" border="0" /></a>
<br /><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">51.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You never took me for granted.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">52.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you tell the world that you’re mine and I belong to you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">53.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You treat me like I’m a princess.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">54.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re so much braver than I gave you credit for.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">55.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re love is thick and it swallowed me whole.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">56.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are the bearer of unconditional things.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">57.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You held your breath and the door for me. This means you’re the most gentle man I’ve ever met.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">58.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I’ve never felt this happy before.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">59.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You made me trust you even if you were just a complete stranger before.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">60.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Everything fell into place when you stepped in my life.</span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">61.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >When you leave and go home, I miss you immediately.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">62.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re my starfish. <o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">63.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >All the pain and tears I cried, still you never said goodbye, and now I know, how far you go.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">64.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You keep me from falling apart.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">65.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re the one thing I got right.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">66.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I can never ever leave without you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">67.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You are my life now.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">68.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You broke down the wall that surrounds me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">69.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You see right through me, and I can’t hide whatever from you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">70.</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Never had someone like you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">71.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I’m willing to do anything for you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">72.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I know that someday we’ll make it through<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">73.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re so good to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">74.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I want to stay with you forever.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">75.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I’ll do my best to make all the pain you’re feeling go away<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">76.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I know how much you love your family and it portrays how much you’re going to love your own family.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">77.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style=""> </span>Right now, you’re the focal point of my world.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">78.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >No one else in this world would ever have one tenth or even one hundredth of the love you hold for me. Yes, even my exes.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">79.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I understand what you’ve been through, and I am willing to exert effort to wipe your tears away.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">80.</span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I am overwhelmed with the warmth of love you made me feel.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">81.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You taught me how to love not only you, but also myself.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">82.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I am willing to walk a thousand miles just to see you.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">83.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You brought luck in my life<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">84.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Sometimes you are easy to read, you’re thoughts are like printed on your forehead.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">85.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you massage my body whenever I ask you to do it for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">86.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >No guy has ever done what you did when you took care of me when I was sick.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">87.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style=""> </span>You’re a part of my dreams<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">88.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re not just an option, never just a choice and forever and will always be the one.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">89.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You’re my happiness<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">90.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style=""> </span>I love it when you fix my hair or fix the powder on my face.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">91.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you sing and dance for me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">92.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love it when you tell me that I’m part of your dreams<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">93.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >You have taken away my bitterness.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">94.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I love the way it feels like when you’re telling me that I’m the only one who blows your mind.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">95.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >It seems like the whole world stops to listen when you tell me you’re in love.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">96.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Never in my whole life, I heard words as beautiful as the words you utter to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" style="text-indent: -0.25in; font-family: verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">97.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Sometimes I even try to be perfect for you, because you are worth it.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpMiddle" face="verdana" style="text-indent: -0.25in;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">98.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >I want to be with you every day and every night for the rest of our lives.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoListParagraphCxSpLast" style="text-indent: -0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><!--[if !supportLists]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="">99.<span style=""> </span></span></span><!--[endif]--><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >There’s nothing I could say to you, nothing I could ever do, to make you see, what you mean to me.<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in;font-family:verdana;"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >100. This may be the last, but it doesn’t mean I ran out of reasons to love you. I have given you hundred reasons but actually I can give you an endless list why I love you. Honestly, I don’t know why. It is actually absurd to find out why coz it’s impossible. I love you longer than long has been, I love you more than more can be, I love you ten times infinity.</span></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__sa1rIkeETKu8q56bJbjaiWCpDuHR738YIIUPYNw6TK7ToVenT2bGqV-4TIkVBghoKnYLF9_j7SncJ5kDF8i2b4M4jti-AWJBHK7WDjh9-ItCFLd6tJGQKt2zWTdojkfWu-mF1DWu7a3/s1600/iloveyoureasons.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi__sa1rIkeETKu8q56bJbjaiWCpDuHR738YIIUPYNw6TK7ToVenT2bGqV-4TIkVBghoKnYLF9_j7SncJ5kDF8i2b4M4jti-AWJBHK7WDjh9-ItCFLd6tJGQKt2zWTdojkfWu-mF1DWu7a3/s320/iloveyoureasons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569513300659790482" border="0" /></a><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: right;font-family:verdana;" align="right"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" >Love,<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: right;" align="right"><span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:";font-size:100%;" lang="EN-US" ><span style="font-family:verdana;">Krizzy Gayle “Gaghay Puset” Martinez-Lacsamana</span><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-US"><o:p>
<br /></o:p></span></p> <div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-69532233372116304532010-05-11T22:24:00.000-07:002010-05-11T23:29:08.323-07:00Movement to Kick Out Willie Revillame from ABS-CBN<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pinoygigs.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/willie1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 436px;" src="http://www.pinoygigs.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/willie1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> I recently joined a <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/pages/LET-WILLIE-REVILLAME-RESIGN-ON-ABS-CBN/116716451696004">group</a> in Facebook which is about a movement to make Willie Revillame resign from ABS-CBN. I was delighted when I saw this group.Well I'm not a big fan of any of their competitors. In fact, My family and I are always watching Kapamilya Shows. We don't even switch our channel to their known competitor. I love Kapamilya Shows and Artists.<br /><br />But I guess, Willie Revillame is an exception. I'm glad I don't see him on TV for days now. Of course everyone knows about the latest unacceptable behavior he showed on National Television last. He dared his boss to fire Jobert Sucaldito for critizing him. What a childish brat!!! Isn't he?<br /><br />God has given him so much blessings. He was given so many chances to make things right after how many times he had failed in his Showbiz Career. The problem with him is that everything gets to his head. He is bloating with boastfulness. He can't handle it. I think it will be taken away.<br /><br />I'm not being bias, neither I, don't favor Jobert for his criticisms, besides he gets paid tocriticize. But the thing is Willie became too obnoxious and irascible. he's old, but he is very immature. He must accept these criticisms because he is a public figure. If an ordinary person gets criticize, what more do you expect from a guy like him? Because of money and fame, he steps on the little people and try to hold their lives. I remember when he told a story about Mrs. Charo, he said that she is such a good woman because when Willie ask her to fire someone when he was so mad. Mrs. Charo, rebutted him calmly "You want us to fire him?, what about his family?, his children, how is he going to raise them if he doesn't have a job." She bugs Willie's conscience until he realized that he was wrong. So this isn't the first time he dared his boss to fire someone. He crossed the line this time. So I want him out of the show! He's not even funny! Pokwang is!<br /><br />I don't want him back on the show. If you don't too, join this <a href="http://www.petitiononline.com/mod_perl/signed.cgi?willie2">signature drive</a> to make Willie Revillame resign. There is also a poll on a Kapamilya Site about Willie Revillame's behavior follow this <a href="http://www.abs-cbn.com/Default.aspx?TabId=58">link</a> to vote. 96% said they didn't like what he did. =)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-58792775688223510042010-05-08T11:58:00.000-07:002010-05-08T22:06:41.611-07:00Mum's Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AXr9s7xbc-o0GtpCzB80adnz7gFUNv4S4z9824t8EfkaHmHW95nHRxi_evh-b8gwSnPbxzcXJUo8-lspCVUiwEHq4XAH0l81gy0CoJH4DBrXjd0tToE0B9bbxyxzJn_iHc3lLS4Azsb_/s1600/IMG_4008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-AXr9s7xbc-o0GtpCzB80adnz7gFUNv4S4z9824t8EfkaHmHW95nHRxi_evh-b8gwSnPbxzcXJUo8-lspCVUiwEHq4XAH0l81gy0CoJH4DBrXjd0tToE0B9bbxyxzJn_iHc3lLS4Azsb_/s320/IMG_4008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468976355092914082" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Today, we are all celebrating mother's day. I've decided to write this blog just when I'm about to go to bed It's 2 am I have about an hour to write this. I want her to read when she wakes up.<br /><br /><br />Dear Ma,<br /><br /> Happy Mother's Day! I don't know If I ever made you feel how much I love you. I guess among your children, I am the one who has a stone heart. Gab and Thea are more affectionate than me. First, I want to thank you for everything.Thank you for bearing me even if you were only 20 when you got pregnant. I'm lucky you are my mother, someone else might have aborted me. Thank you for reading bed time stories everyday when were just a child. I guess that's the reason why I became a bookworm. Thank you for making me attend ballet class, swimming lessons, piano lessons, drum lessons, and many more countless things during summer. I guess that's the reason I'm multi-talented hehe! Thank You for making me read ang alamat ng pinya for like a hundred times just to make sure I learn reading with comprehension fast. Thank you for dressing me up so I wouldn't look like crap in school. Thank for racing and shaping us as someone who has breeding. And most of all,Thank you for bringing me to school everyday when I got paralyzed, I know you're not a morning person but instead of telling me to stop attending school for a while, you supported my madness and let me continue attending school even if I had a difficulty in everything. Thank you for being with me in the hospital and bear everything including seeing me half-dead. Thank you for listening to me when I told you how much it hurts when he broke my heart. Thank you for bringing us to Hong Kong, Boracay and wherever our next destination is, We had the best time of our lives because of you Thank you for being proud of me, I know you do.hehe No kidding, You are one of the reasons why I pursued Law school. You made me feel that you believe in me, that I can and I will survive. I'm sorry for being a whiner. I'm sorry if I answer back when I'm not in the good mood. I'm just as irascible as you. hehe Sorry for screwing up. Sorry for the things I did that make you hurt. I love you Ma. Happy Mother's Day<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Love, Gayle<br /><br />***This is written in english because I want to let the whole world know about my mom's greatness. This letter is also for my Grandmas. I love you lola Sally. I miss you everyday, I wish I could visit you there some time. I want to spend so much time with you. We have miss so many things in life because you are too far away. Lola Tarcing, I love you too. Pls take care of yourself. A while a go I was staring at you, I was observing you. You are so fragile. You look so sick and weak. It hurts me to see you like that. I really wish you'd regain strength.I silently prayed, God I love her. I want her to be present in my wedding Day and when I bear my child. I'm sorry If I don't visit you often. From now on I will. To my aunts, girlfriend who are already moms and to all mothers.Happy Mother's Day! You deserve to feel loved and honored for everything you have sacrificed for your children. Someday I dream of being one because it is the only thing that will fulfill my womanhood.<br /><br />**By the way my mother's name is <a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?#%21/profile.php?id=1614250988&ref=ts">Wilma C. Martinez</a>, check her out and see the woman who I'm talking about.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-87236529752737601072010-05-07T10:05:00.000-07:002010-05-24T05:32:13.055-07:00Parchment and Quill<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_47/1142512652Op370s.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumb_47/1142512652Op370s.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">You don't write because you want to say something, you write because<br />you've got something to say.” – Scott Fritzgerald<br /></div><br />Discovering our possibilities is one of life’s greatest challenges. And I’m glad I have discovered a lot of things I can never even imagine that I could. And one of these is writing.Writing is the process of shaping experiences into ext. It allows the writer to develop, clarify, discover and communicate thoughts and ideas. It requires great deal of knowledge, thinking skills, creativity and even experiences. It is a product of wild imagination.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Only those things are beautiful which are inspired by madness and written</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">by reason.” –Andre Gide</span><br /></div><br />When I was in grade school, I refused an offer to write for our school newspaper because I thought that writing is not for me. In high school, I never had the guts to join and I didn’t have time for it. And in college, I felt an urge to join trade wings (our college organ) and experience something new. So, I responded to the call.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“My aim is to put down on paper what I see and what I feel in the best and</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">simplest way.”- Ernest Hemmingway</span><br /></div><br />“Unleash the writer in you” our Editor in Chief once said. He believed that “only few respond to the call and walk the way of the quill. Because only few, find the urge to express and the passion to write”. Putting my thoughts into writing has been my job. And I’d like to share what I’ve discovered in 2 semesters just in writing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">“Poets need not go to Niagara to write about the force of falling water.”</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> -Robert Frost</span><br /></div><br />When I entered the trade wings, I don’t have an idea how writers really work. I just had this feeling that I will learn everything in no time. But I was wrong. Their world was something like Hogwarts in he far north or a kingdom in a far far away land. It is a place where things that doesn’t exist, exists. I might sound exaggerating but try to observe things around you. And you will notice the products of writing. In films like Charlie’s Angels, who can ever forget Charlie Townsend? A character that existed as a powerful man but can only is identified by a “voice box”. In novels, who would ever imagine and create crazy things like Narnia behind a closet, a ring that created chaos in the middle earth, and platform 9 ¾ existing between platform 9 and 10 in London? They are the famous authors C.S. Lewis, J.R.R. Tolkien and J. K. Rowling.and in music, I’m sure you will agree that life is dull without it. And it is one of the most wonderful creations of writing.<br /><br />One good thing about being a writer is that you don’t have to get in London and look for platform 9 ¾ to or travel that far to get in a far far away kingdom, to become a writer. All you need is a parchment and quill.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">“Our admiration of fine writing will always be in proportion to its real<br />difficulty and its apparent ease.” -Charles Caleb Colton<br /></div><br />A writer always stands for what he believes in. He is very careful in discerning his thoughts. For once his words are written, He can never get them back. Mark Twain even said that “Most writers regard truth as their most valuable possession, and therefore are most economical in its use.” He must be willing to learn. Because good writing is achieve through learning.<br /><br />When he writes, he always writes for himself and others. Because in communicating thoughts and ideas, this will have an impact to whoever who reads it. Joseph Pulitzer even said that “Put it before them briefly so they will read it, clearly so they will appreciate it, picturesquely so<br />they will remember it, and above all, accurately so they will be guided by its light. It is very important to have an impact on your readers because. It will be the only way to know if they appreciated what you wrote. Reading is one of his greatest tools in writing. When he writes, he explores the world inside-out and corner to corner, because he will need great deal knowledge in writing. These characteristics I have cited are only few from what others really know. I am still bound to discover a lot of things along my way.<br /><br />Why write? Every writer has their own reason for writing. Some doesn’t even have reasons why they write. Some haven’t found the answers. And these are few things I learned from my fellow writers some write for the simple reason that they wanted to inform. Some write to shout out to the world everything that they feel. Some lessen their burdens through writing.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">“When writing I am half asleep exploring the world”-Krizzy Gayle Martinez<br /></div><br />I write because I know it is one of the things that gave me reason to discover 100% of myself and the world. It satisfies the hunger in me. It is my path way through the barriers of the impossible. Time vanishes when I write. I don’t feel any pain working with my parchment and quill. I write because I’m in love with reading. One is essential with the other.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-26860727650104043972010-05-07T09:56:00.000-07:002010-05-07T09:58:28.914-07:00POETRYIt takes one sitting to write a poem<br />A line to describe the Sky’s dome<br /> Add rhymes to make a perfect poem<br />Every verses will take you home<br /><br />Words are often metaphorical<br />Dumb minds think its dull<br />Poetry will make you fall<br />imagery makes it beautiful at all<br /><br /><br />How crazy can a poet get?<br />Why make lines about death?<br />They are not insane I bet <br />They just fill papers with things they fret<br /><br /><br />They can write despicable lines<br />Because sometimes they are not fine<br />Their minds are like grapevines<br />Full of emotions just like mine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-9535918127782478962010-05-07T09:52:00.000-07:002010-05-07T09:55:35.544-07:00Abnegated LoveDid you know that I tried to wait?<br />Because I thought it was fate.<br />Funny how I think it was you<br />All of this years I was in blue<br /><br />I wasted my life crying about craps<br />Didn’t realize my time has elapsed<br />My world is filled with emptiness<br />I became drunk with loneliness<br /><br />Thank God, I was slapped in the face<br />Enough with this miserable days<br />It was hell what I’ve been through<br />My sanity is back, thanks to you<br /><br />I lost my grip but now I’m happier<br />I should have done this earlier<br />Letting go isn’t bad as I thought<br />I’m looser for what I’ve fought<br /><br />I’ve tried, cried and lied<br />But now my love for you has died<br />Slowly you are fading away<br />History is where you should stay.<br />I <br /><br />*This poem was written years ago, I lost my notebook full of poems :c. Lucky I found this on my sent items in my email. =) Enjoy reading..comments will be so much appreciated :)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4059248051299678586.post-59875637439361642002010-04-28T20:09:00.001-07:002011-02-03T23:43:04.423-08:00Losing Grip and moving on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W-1kd569Sw9dhPdRN7u86a_irgibF6wD5ganXWU_BAoZLwGTVYpoeuTTJdPtH8_Ku9K3Rgy3kXI81u-aHPO4UaSlt0qo0hVjekVDzpzodv_CZW2iVF-lysPLb3bUcUIpsmRUbHOUcV7/s1600/IMG_3505.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx8W-1kd569Sw9dhPdRN7u86a_irgibF6wD5ganXWU_BAoZLwGTVYpoeuTTJdPtH8_Ku9K3Rgy3kXI81u-aHPO4UaSlt0qo0hVjekVDzpzodv_CZW2iVF-lysPLb3bUcUIpsmRUbHOUcV7/s320/IMG_3505.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465401411502592466" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span><blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">"I know what Happiness is, Coz I've experienced hundred folds of loneliness."~zZy Martinez</span></blockquote><br /><br />When people think about letting go, moving on and finding happiness in another person or different things, they think of misery, pain, depression, and all sorts of negativity. Well not for me. Because since I did, everything fell into place. I was having the best time of my life and I think that I found him. Patrick brought me back to life. He made me believe in “forever” again. I suddenly forgot how it felt like when I was hurting like hell. Ok!? Do I sound like I speak of Prince Charming from Walt Disney’s films? You can’t blame me. I’m very happy and yeah I feel like I’m Cinderella, Snow White, Princess Aurora and Ariel all at the same time.<br /><br />My family and friends very well know what I’ve been through from my pass relationship. I was stuck with a guy for 5 years. And it didn’t end in a snap which was more painful because of the mental and emotional torture he was causing me. I did everything to save the relationship. I bargained for his love and pleased him with anything including seeing him when the new girl is not around. I guess that made him happy two ladies sharing his love. My friends were already slapping me when I tell them about these things. They wanted me to move on and be happy. They thought I lost my sanity for trying to win him back over and over again. What they didn’t know is I was already trying to get rid of him. I was even asking God to help me but the problem is---Just when I’m 99% over, he gives me a spark of hope and tells me that he’ll be back, wait for him and soon he’ll dump the new girl. 1% was strong enough to pull me back again. BUT HE DIDN’T. This happened over and over again.Some part of me, my subconscious maybe, never stopped believing that he still cared. Whether I walked away or stayed to hang on. What was my point loving him? What was his point loving someone else? When he left--- How is that ever right again? What's the point to all the pain? mine, his hers! If there is any sense I don't see it. The odds are always stacked against us, mistake after mistake. Until some great news saved me from eternal damnation----I'M SORRY, SHE IS PREGNANT!<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Sometimes I wake up crying at night and sometimes I scream out your name. What right does she have to take your heart away? When for so long you were mine. Please tell me she's not real and that you're really coming home to stay." -You were mine by Dixie Chicks</span><br /><br />This is the most painful thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I was even on the verge of committing suicide. I flunk my exams. My grades are almost failing, I was having a hard time resurrecting in class, I hated everyone, my life was falling apart. I was even thinking about quitting school for a while and pick up the pieces of my life he crushed with his foot. I didn't see myself very clearly. The pain is growing more and more intolerable by the second. The burning in my chest flared agonizingly. Everything felt like an echo an empty echo.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5-Tz2OnEn7SdzJAk45Le4NeAn3j4htgAWePpIU2po-JxMD5rHfht9OE0BMh1qibPMlMXsZaq8eKnDLsLYr2Zbo6URNc97Rd7fkrypEZVbadBGnQRXOL0KyPnWO31mjQZbz3PIF8L8VG9/s1600/Picture1.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 353px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjx5-Tz2OnEn7SdzJAk45Le4NeAn3j4htgAWePpIU2po-JxMD5rHfht9OE0BMh1qibPMlMXsZaq8eKnDLsLYr2Zbo6URNc97Rd7fkrypEZVbadBGnQRXOL0KyPnWO31mjQZbz3PIF8L8VG9/s320/Picture1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569699178301352674" border="0" /></a><br />Until one night, I’ve received a friend request in facebook from some unknown guy. I don’t know why but I accepted his friend request. I usually don’t when I don’t know the person. My whim made click the “accept” button. And then I met Patrick. He took my number and we became friends. Looky Looky here, he’s single for about 2 years, same age, we have about a hundred of common friends in facebook and in in real world, and he had a relationship with a girl for 4 years until she got preggers with another guy. This broke his heart so bad. She's what his dreams were made of. Hmmnnnn.. Sounds familiar.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKjDolyGEmgzAec4nQ-mprL-A41AGA00qrj1NCngdQkzJ01kxL76EiHjtJm99-Ao2YD3txhsKCv1i4iol0aGLtXJ2IbYF1fl82Wtvfw2aatfsexS9pWpVeLYlh-pEa1W-Y3aaThRi0TZG/s1600/Picture3.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqKjDolyGEmgzAec4nQ-mprL-A41AGA00qrj1NCngdQkzJ01kxL76EiHjtJm99-Ao2YD3txhsKCv1i4iol0aGLtXJ2IbYF1fl82Wtvfw2aatfsexS9pWpVeLYlh-pEa1W-Y3aaThRi0TZG/s320/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569699669572844706" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7WaEXI21Ug84IdBYFeD9_tjcbY8b5O8D6tUHfqmobFFluD4bsnmx1HsaYIgR_mCCQc6JfJEW_oYtCZwcWb8y-FdzJF_BcMof7YvC4PM8OuB78VTrRzaN2XBnQh331sb6DNbag-pYisHY/s1600/Picture2.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiT7WaEXI21Ug84IdBYFeD9_tjcbY8b5O8D6tUHfqmobFFluD4bsnmx1HsaYIgR_mCCQc6JfJEW_oYtCZwcWb8y-FdzJF_BcMof7YvC4PM8OuB78VTrRzaN2XBnQh331sb6DNbag-pYisHY/s320/Picture2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569699462096074322" border="0" /></a><br /><br />I didn’t like him that much at first. but then he was persistent. I was falling for him unconsciously and now we already had 1 year together. since then life was a lot better. I found a better man and as days pass by I realized that he's everything I wanted ever since. He is exactly the same guy I was wishing for. God granted my prayers at the most perfect time and moment of my life (Now I believe that God has only 2 answers for every wish we make, Yes and Wait). Now you know why i speak like a Disney Princess.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwbz_zy6LodZxsBF4EPtJAUXhSru-wZKgGHaAnjeyGHA17nA0Ln_bdwOdtB1TLIH_de2pqYMHvs_msdHChyh6ap18MgupdUrUkOpzlJzJuNBEs19ANrI6ONazv3mgaKTo5RwNYU4Xc_ay/s1600/Picture4.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 345px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiwbz_zy6LodZxsBF4EPtJAUXhSru-wZKgGHaAnjeyGHA17nA0Ln_bdwOdtB1TLIH_de2pqYMHvs_msdHChyh6ap18MgupdUrUkOpzlJzJuNBEs19ANrI6ONazv3mgaKTo5RwNYU4Xc_ay/s320/Picture4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569699973348570098" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Reader, if you're going through the same thing I've experienced, Let go and be strong. Sometimes, holding on is fighting with your own fate--- That is finding your happy ever after. There is a point between holding on and letting go. Finding true love was like midsummer night's dream, like magic, you'll find who you're looking for, and maybe all of this things that are happening will make sense.Patrick loves me, as much as I loved him-- Unconditionally, Irrevocably and to be honest irrationally.I would love him more than anyone in the history of the world had loved anyone else. More than Juliet loved Romeo, more than Rose loved Jack and even more than Bella loved Edward.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">I have proven that Patrick really did want me the way I wanted him ----FOREVER<br />**Also read <a href="http://krixxyghae.blogspot.com/2010/05/normal-0-false-false-false-en-ph-x-none.html">100 REASONS WHY I LOVE HIM </a>(My Valentine's Gift)<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">**The photo above is really me and Patrick. It was taken during our <a href="http://zzystravelblog.blogspot.com/2010_04_20_archive.html">Boracay Trip.</a></span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><script type='text/javascript' src='http://track4.mybloglog.com/js/jsserv.php?mblID=2010051304053460'></script></div>zZyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16581952081565993899noreply@blogger.com6